Walking: 2.20.17

More like Bucking. With a short walk (beneath dripping sky) thrown in. Walked past a dripping Gaytonia and to the top of her favorite street: St. Joseph. Couldn't sea to the ocean, because of the gray, but with the giraffish palms in the distance I could imagine it.

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